Sunday, March 20, 2016

ARC Review: Bankers' Hours by Wade Kelly

Even though bankers' hours leave long weekends for romance, cosmic intervention is Grant’s only option when money doesn’t buy happiness and he’s got virginity in spades.

Grant Adams is a twenty-six-year-old bank teller who’s unlucky at love, yet hopelessly hopeful. After years of horrific first dates, he’s convinced he’s saving himself for true love. Surely he has bad taste in men because it couldn’t possibly be his persnickety nature that’s sent them packing.

Tristan Carr has been in a holding pattern since his daughter was born fifteen years ago, which suits his workaholic lifestyle just fine. This ex-Navy turned auto mechanic never wanted anyone interfering with being a weekend dad. For Tristan to rearrange his perfectly orchestrated life, a guy will need to be special. Or in the case of the newest employee at his bank, the guy will need to be adorable, shy, and open to the prospect of forever when it shows up at his window.

Dani's rating:

This book is enjoyable in that Is This Really Happening? way.

Grant is a 26-year-old neurotic virgin. He’s OCD, slightly flamboyant, and lacking social skills. He was picked on as a kid and has zero self-esteem. He’s been on many first dates but no second dates, because he seems to attract losers and married men. Grant works as a teller at a bank and is nice to the customers but rude to everyone else.

Enter Tristan Carr, auto mechanic: perfect name for the perfect guy. Tristan spends two weeks flirting at the bank with an oblivious Grant, who doesn’t think he can be friends with Tristan since he sports a woody anytime Tristan is around.

Tristan has a teenage daughter, Claire, but is not straight as Grant assumes. Tristan is ever so patient, but Grant puts up road blocks at every turn. He wants sex, but freaks out when Tristan asks him to take off his shirt. He gets grossed out because Tristan’s house is a cluttered mess (I sort of don't blame him for that one; who the hell keeps an engine on the kitchen table?).

He doesn’t want to touch Tristan’s “dirty” hands (the man is a mechanic!). He gets defensive when Tristan compliments him.

But wait, there’s more!

Grant’s best friend Mel, who’s in the middle of a romantic saga himself, calls Grant in the middle of the night, so Grant leaves a sleeping Tristan without a word and drives 50 miles to hug Mel. And he’s shocked that Tristan is upset.

Bottom line: Grant, whose first-person POV filters the story, is seriously a piece of work. He grows on you, but you will want to throttle him repeatedly.

The book focuses on the relationship between Tristan and Grant, with some Baby Mama Drama thrown in. Believe me, He Who Shall Not Be Named has NOTHING on Claire’s mother, Teresa.

The woman is a vile, delusional, homophobic alcoholic with homicidal tendencies who fucks men in front of her young daughter. She uses spiders and ants as weapons! Teresa is so OTT bad, she reads like a caricature not a real person.

Here’s the thing: This book can’t be taken seriously. It’s a bit like an out-of-control rom-com that makes you giggle and roll your eyes simultaneously.

There is a HEA, and enough humour, sweetness, and (albeit slightly awkward) steam that I was more amused than frustrated by this story.

Recommended for a light, easy read.

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~C.S Lewis

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